Ad coughed harshly. Dammit, her lungs were acting up again. She cried too hard. "I know (cough) that. Things have (cough) changed, yes, but (cough) still...it was so scary. I didn't think I would ever wake up. I didn't know when I would see your smiling face again. If you hadn't helped me through it, I would still be in that coma. Honest" she succumbed to another severe coughing fit, covering her mouth with her hands, not letting him see the blood that came from her mouth. Her lungs still had shards of glass and debris from the year before. But she knew she was failing, and gently brought her hand away to see that her hand was stained bright red. "Not (cough) again..." she said, feeling blood dripping down her chin.